Wu Muxiang found the team leader.
The two discussed in detail and finally reached a preliminary intention to cooperate.
In fact, the team leader and Wu Muxiang were unsure. After all, they had always been farming honestly in the village. The team leader only managed some affairs at most and had never opened a factory.
Moreover, in fact, the two were not even sure whether the clothes could be sold after they were made.
Because this is not a developed coastal area, everyone's income is not high, they are more accustomed to making their own clothes, have traditional ideas, and are not very receptive to overly trendy things.
But with the new policy coming out, I really didn't want to give it a try, so I just plucked up the courage to give it a try.
For the team leader, it means providing a piece of land so that the villagers can earn more income at their doorstep.
For Wu Muxiang, it was just a matter of drawing the design and looking for sales channels. If he failed, he wouldn't lose anything.
After Wan Qingliu came back, the team leader called her and Wu Muxiang together and discussed a charter again.
The funds, equipment and raw materials were all provided by Wan Qingliu, who held a 30% stake. The village provided the site and held a 15% stake. Wu Muxiang, as the actual operator, held a 55% stake, along with his technical investment.
Thus, a small garment factory was opened in Dafang Village. Sewing machines and fabrics were already placed in the warehouse. The old man took action and all the necessary procedures were completed.
Wu Muxiang began to be responsible for recruiting people, giving priority to people from his own village, followed by people from surrounding villages.
At the beginning, everyone’s monthly salary was 27 yuan.
This salary is much higher than that of temporary workers and much lower than that of regular workers, but no matter what, it is generous enough for the villagers.
There was a huge crowd of people who came to apply for the job, but Wu Muxiang gave priority to women.
Women are more meticulous in their work, and most of them know a little needlework, so they are easier to train.
A total of 30 people were recruited, each responsible for a sewing machine, and Wu Muxiang began training.
In short, this small workshop established through trial and error was put into operation.
Hua Ziqiang has made up his mind. He doesn't plan to open a restaurant, he plans to set up a stall first.
He knew how to make many kinds of snacks, so he started by setting up a roadside stall. After he had enough capital and the policies were relaxed, he would consider opening a store.
Wan Qingliu felt that it was indeed too early to open a restaurant, and setting up a stall was a good idea.
She is now setting up a stall with Hua Xuguo to sell things.
The mother and son’s stalls are next to each other, so they are not selling together this time.
Hua Xuguo opened his mouth and said, "Look at you, you are so beautiful. Pink is the perfect color for you. It really highlights your fair skin!"
The girl was immediately delighted when she was praised: "Hey, give me the smallest size! How much are these bell-bottom pants?"
"They're selling them for 30 each, but I don't want to rip you off. Just take them for 20 each! If you buy them with the clothes, I'll give you a hairpin!"
"Hey, boss, you're so nice!"
"I'm not doing this to make money from you. I'm mainly doing this to see pretty girls like you wearing beautiful clothes. It makes me happy! When you walk down the street and people see you, it makes me feel better!"
Now that he could make money, Hua Xuguo just talked nonsense without any hesitation.
"Auntie, this bracelet is so pretty and sparkly. How much is it?"
Wan Qingliu said enthusiastically, "One dollar and fifty cents each! People out there call it a lucky bracelet. It brings good luck!"
"Will you sell it for one dollar?"
"Your price is even lower than my purchase price. How about this, you can take it for 1.3 yuan! I think you're destined to be rich, so I'll sell it to you at cost and share in your luck!"
The buyer smiled unconsciously when he heard this: "Thanks for your good wishes, I want this one!"
Wan Qingliu also took out a box that looked very real and wrapped the bracelet, which immediately improved the texture.
The buyer feels so satisfied. Judging from the packaging, this thing is of good quality.
The mother and son's stall business is quite good, making the surrounding stall owners jealous.
The stall owner next to me said, "Big sister, where did you get this stuff? I've never seen it for sale."
Wan Qingliu: "People from coastal cities are very fashionable and love to wear beautiful things like this!"
At this time, Wan Shenghua suddenly passed by. Wan Qingliu smiled and greeted him: "Shenghua, come over and pick out some jewelry for Rongrong. It's free."
Wan Shenghua stopped walking after hearing this, picked up a bunch of flowers, and then took out the money: "Auntie, I can't take your things for free, how much is it?"
The people around him looked at the uniform on Wan Shenghua and immediately became more restrained.
Alas, this stall looks like it has connections, I can’t afford to offend it.
Although they didn’t dare to attack the stall owner, they could still buy the clothes!
No matter how domineering this stall owner is, can he stop them from buying the same clothes?
No matter what the people around them thought, Wan Qingliu and Hua Xuguo made a lot of money. In just this short day, they sold more than a hundred pieces.
On the way back, Hua Xuguo had a smile on his face all the time. He counted the money on his body, feeling very happy.
The two also saw Hua Ziqiang's stall.
His stall was a grid of soup with ingredients skewered in it. The soup looked red and had a lot of chili peppers floating in it.
Hua Xuguo asked: "What is this?"
Hua Ziqiang: "This is called Malatang! Uncle Xu Guo, if you want some, I won't charge you."
Wan Qingliu didn't expect that he would sell this, but the people in this area really like spicy food, and the ingredients are not expensive, so it's not surprising that some young people passing by here would buy some to satisfy their cravings.
"Erniu, how's business?"
Hua Ziqiang said cheerfully, "Business is good. Would you like some, Auntie?"
Wan Qingliu looked at the ingredients and started to order: "Radish, kelp, potato, lotus root slices, three skewers of each. How much?"
"No need to pay." Hua Ziqiang waved his hand.
"That won't work. How can I eat yours for free?"
The younger generation set up a stall, and she originally wanted to take care of the business. If she takes it for free, what will she become?
Seeing that the other party was about to refuse to buy unless she paid, Hua Ziqiang had no choice but to say, "My vegetables are two cents a bunch, so just give me twenty cents."
Wan Qingliu took out two and a half cents and placed them directly on the stall counter: "It's what it's worth."
Hua Ziqiang had no choice but to take out a bamboo tube and pack it for her.
In just a short while, several people came to the stall to buy. They picked out a bunch, put down the money and left without any hesitation.
It can be seen that Hua Ziqiang's stall business is indeed good.
Although a string of these vegetarian dishes only costs 2 cents, a pound of vegetables nowadays only costs a few cents!
You can cut two or three slices and string them together to sell for 2 cents, which is actually a huge profit.
He can set up his stall here for a whole day, then put the stall back in the rented house and go home.
The rented house also houses the fried fruit stall run by his younger brothers and sisters and Fang Zhaozhao.
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